Pecan Pie

Social Anxiety from the South

I Think I Hate My Body

Which is stupid, right?

So, I had cosmetic surgery recently. I have a lot of feelings about it, not the least of which is-how does a body positive, sex and image advocate decide to do that?

And I know that post-surgery blues and questions are common.

Lamictal, yo.

But I realized at lunch today…alone, because I like to take myself out, a lot…that I think about my body constantly.

And not in a good way.

In an ever perfecting way.

Stand up straighter.
Walk more confident.
Pull up your jeans.
Suck in your stomach.
I think I have a gorgeous face. Beautiful hair. Awesome ass…and super cute feet.

Have you seen my legs?

But all together I think I hate it.

Why would I spend so much time criticizing it so much otherwise?

And I don’t think I should change.

I think you should change.

I think you should stop expecting women to look any type of way. I think you should stop over sexualizing female bodies and thinking that some ridiculous Photoshopped version of Jennifer Lawrence is ideal or even realfuckingistic. I think you should stop judging your worth by your pant size and see that you are an academic a mother a wife a teacher a motherfucking life changer and get on the bandwagon of your own goddamned self. This life you have is amazing and if you don’t press the gas, someone will stomp on the fucking brakes.


That’s it.

that’s to me. And you, if you need it.

That’s all.

Written by thelittlepecan

January 23, 2014 at 7:34 pm

Posted in Sociology

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